Naruto is laying on the couch when Hinata comes in.

"Oh my god, you scared me." She gasps when he sits up.

"'M sorry." He can't even look at her.

"I've been calling you." Hinata huffs.

"I left my phone at Sasuke's."

"Why?" She's struggling with her shoes.

"I left in a hurry." He's dancing around the subject.

"Have… have you been drinking?" She almost whispers.

"Just a little."

Hinata looks at him for a long time, and he's the one that looks away first.

He doesn't want his life to be like this. He doesn't. He doesn't want to make Hinata upset all the time. He doesn't want to fuck up all the time.

He wants their house to be happy. He wants a Hinata to be happy. He wants her to come home from work and be excited to see him.

He wants to take her out on dates. He wants to buy her gifts.

He wants them to get married someday, and have kids.

He wants them to be together forever.

He can feel his foundation crumbling. Because he, himself, has taken a sledge hammer and smashed it.

He did it. He can't blame anyone else.

Hinata has already walked away from him. She's at the counter. Getting things out to make dinner. Her clothes look more rumpled than usual. He's been making her life harder. Been making her worry. She was up in the middle of the night, taking care of him. Then he checked himself out of the hospital, and went to a known drug addicts house.

He was drinking with another girl.

She's making him dinner.

He doesn't have to tell her anything else. He can be quiet, and eat her dinner, and do everything she tells him to. He could.

"There was a girl there. At Sasuke's."

He watches Hinata freeze, as the information sinks in.

"W-w-why are you telling me that?" Her voice is so quiet.

He made her stutter.

How long had it been since she stuttered?

"I'm sorry." He stood up, from the couch. "Hinata I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Didn't mean to what? What did you do?" She's turned away from the food, it's still cooking but she is not paying attention. Her voice is shaking and her hands are wringing together.

She's wearing her bracelet.

He tries to grab her hand, but she recoils from him, stepping away.

"I need you to tell me what you did." Her voice is hard and her eyes are harder.

"We kissed." He confesses it outright. "She kissed me. But that's it. Hinata that's it."

She's walking away from him.

"Hinata that's it! I promise!"

The bedroom door slams in his face. The door locks. "Hinata." He knocks on the door, just like he did outside of Sasuke's. "Hinata!" The door bends as he hits it, he's doing it too hard but he can't stop.

"Shut up!" She finally screams. "Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!"

Naruto steps back.

He remembers this feeling.

Of being a scared little kid. In one of his group homes. A bigger kid beating the shit out of someone in a different room. Or the adults, the "parents", screaming at each other behind clothes doors.

'At least it's not me.' He's think then.

But he wants it to be him. Right now. He wants Hinata to scream at him. To hit him. He wants her to let him in. He's tall enough to lean his forearm on the door frame.

His arm is covered in deep scars from razor blades. Those scars are covered by bright tattoos. He rests his forehead against them, wondering where it went really wrong. But every memory he has is wrong.

The real question was, when did it start going right?

When he got Hinata.

But it's not right anymore. Everything is wrong. He can hear her crying, she's shuffling around the room, sobbing.

This is wrong. It's wrong. It's so fucking wrong. He doesn't know how to make it right.

"Hina…"

His call goes unanswered.

He doesn't leave the door until he smells the food burning. The pot is ruined. He puts it under cold water anyways. He slumps on the kitchen floor with his head in his hands.

His mind is still racing. Thinking of every horrible outcome to his life now.

He wishes that he wasn't alive.

No. That's not true.

That's a cop out. It always has been.

What he really wishes is that he could be normal. That he could be Mr. Corporate and buy Hinata a house and have kids and everything would be okay.

He doesn't want this.

He hasn't realized that he's fallen asleep until he's jolted awake. But he hasn't slept in two days, maybe three. So falling asleep in random places isn't out of the question.

His legs are stiff and his back hurts. His hand still doesn't feel better from when he busted it on the wall.

"Hinata?"

She's going through the bathroom cupboards, filling a couple bags.

"Hinata… are you taking me back to the hospital?"

He'll stay this time. He will. He'll pinky promise. He'll take his medication. He'll go to his doctor appointments. He'll work out. He'll eat the right food. He'll do it. He will.

He'll do whatever it takes to make things better.

"No."

"What?"

"No. You clearly won't stay there. And you're coherent enough to galavant to your friends place hook up with random women." Her voice is more bitter than he's ever heard it. A rough, like sandpaper, but it's grief.

His chest pinches. It's not the mania.

"Hina, I didn't…" His legs feel uneven when he realizes that those bags still mean SOMETHING.

"Are you," He licks his lips. "Are you kicking me out?" He can't swallow. He can't even move.

His whole life is crumbling right now. Everything is coming down in little chunks. They're going to bury him.

"No."

It's steadies for a moment.

But there's still fucking bags right there. Being filled.

"You're leaving." His voice is hollow. "You're leaving me."

Hinata stills, hearing his voice. She doesn't look at him though. Her face is blank.

Her eye are puffy and read though. Her lips are swollen. She's been crying, a lot.

"It's just for a couple of days."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

"Please don't." Naruto flinches at his own voice. "Please. Please don't leave."

Hinata's jaw clenches. "I'm going to stay with my sister. I need some time."

"You can have time right here. I'll sleep on the couch. I'll leave you alone. I won't bother you. Whatever you want-"

"What I want," She overrides him. "Is to go to my sisters."

The finality slaps him in the face. He just stands there and watches her. She finishes packing. She doesn't say anything to him. She's getting her coat on. Her shoes.

He can't even move. He's just watching her. Trying to commit her to memory.

Her black hair goes halfway down her back. Her eyes are beautiful, and big, and he's never seen anything else like them. Her features are small, everything about her is small.

Her small hands are fiddling with the house keys.

Her hands fit in his almost comically. Like a parent and child. He can fit his whole hand around hers.

But he's not holding it right now. He can see her bracelet shift. She opens the door. She pauses and turns to look back at him again. Somewhere in between the here and there, she's started crying again.

The door shuts.

She locks it from the outside.

Naruto can't move. He can't do anything.

He can't even cry.